Parallel Parked in a Diagonal Muliverse
by Amy K. Cyrway
blkblade@mailexcite.com
rayapam@mint.net

DISCLAIMER--Gargoyles belong to Beuna Vista, Luach (the gargoyle) was created 
by me, Nexus,  Shawn,  Kerri, Kory, and The Phantom of the Mosh Pit are legaly 
mine (© 1995).  The rest I’m going to disclaim at the end of the fic, so I won’t
ruin the surprise.  This is a twisted fic, lemme warn you.  Mild Swearing and 
stupid deus ex machinas everywhere.

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	Luach groaned, holding his head in his hands.
	What the hell...?
	This sure the hell was not New York.
	He groaned again, shaking his head as he stood.
	One minute, he, his sister Kat, and her rookery brother Tom, were in the
midst of a waterfight, the next, everything seemed to shatter around him, like a
bullet shattering a window pane.
	Including Kat and Tom.
	Now he stood in a field of dead grass bending to the wind, staring up at
a monolisk of  jet obsidian a mile high.
	“Wonderful,” he grumbled.  “I’ve been transported to ‘2001’.”
	“Actually, Nexus.”
	The tan gargoyle pivoted sharply, facing what appeared to be another 
gargoyle.  This one had somewhat of a human face, which could have been 
considered handsome by human standards if it wasn’t for the dark tint to it, and
large, black wings behind him that were in reality too strong to be used for 
only gliding.
	“Pardon my bluntness, but who are you?” the black creature demanded.
	“My name’s Luach,” Luc scratched his head, “but most people call me Luc.”
	“I’m Khhorr,” the other creature remarked.  “My friends call me Kory.  
The Sssarikkr-i, though, call me Rrrorr.”
	“What’s the Sarikri?”
	“My uncle’s father’s people.  They don’t exactly like me for past crimes
of my biological father.” Kory shrugged.  “You are obviously not from a realm of
magic, then.”
	“Not really,” Luc shook his head.  “What happened?”
	“Something created an imbalance,” Kory shook his head, his black hair 
falling into his face.  Pushing it back, he gave a warm grin.  “But Dad--my 
adoptive father--is trying to fix it...he’s   a wiz when it comes to that kind 
of stuff.  Come on.  I’ll see what we can do for you to return you home, 
wherever home may be for you.”
	“Manhattan,” Luc remarked, following Kory to a road, where a Harley 
Davidson Sportster was waiting.
	Kory straddled the bike, kicking it to life.
	“What time?” he asked simply as he gestured to Luc to get on the queen 
seat. 
	“Um...July 4, 2078.” Luc jumped onto the back cushion, sitting slightly 
higher than his new companion.
	Kory whistled sharply.
	“I didn’t think the disturbance would have affected that great of a time 
span.  Oh, well.  What about dimension?  You just disproved the Magic Realm.  
Othrodox? Unorthodox?”
	“Um...I don’t know...”
	“Okay, who rules your home?” the black creature gave the bike some gas, 
and soon they were rushing down the cracked pavement at speeds in excess of 
eighty miles per hour.
	“If you mean the country, the President’s Michael Chavez.” Luc shouted 
over the roar.
	“Orthodox, then.  There would have been an emperor in the Unothodox.  
Do you know you what multiverse?”
	“’Multiverse?’”
	“You’re definately a ‘Gargoyles’ verse, but which one?”
	“I don’t understand.”
	“You’ve got to be a fanfic creature, unless you’re father isn’t Brooklyn--”
	“How would you know about Brooklyn?”
	“In a lot of the Gargoyles fanfic multiverses, Brooklyn is the 
Champion Eternal, or something to that extent. However, if it’s just coincidental
you have a beak--”
	“My father was Brooklyn...”
	“I was hoping maybe it wasn’t.  Now we’ve got at least a hundred more 
possiblities on your origin.”  Kory shook his head, entering a heavily wooded 
area.  “Dad would know more when we get back to Sanctuary.”
	He suddenly cut the engine and kicked down the stand.  Dismounting, the 
strange creature walked up to the largest tree and called up it, “Dia!  Send 
down the elevator!”  Returnig back to the bike, he signalled for Luc to get
off.
	“I gotta park this baby someplace else,” he shrugged, pointing to the 
rusted “Tow Zone” sign in front of the tree as he wheeled the bike off the road 
around the trunk.
	Luc raised an eye ridge as he witnessed a large platform descending from 
the top of the tree.
	A human male wearing a white Lone Ranger mask, a Green Day tee-shirt, a 
red cape, and a kilt over a pair of  Spandex shorts greeted them once the wooden
platform elevator reached ground level.
	“Dia’s on break,” the human retorted cheerfully.
	“Hi, Ryan,”  Kory nodded.  “Is Dad in?”
	“How many times have I told you, no one is supposed to know the Phantom 
of the Mosh Pit’s real guise?”
Ryan demanded, his face turning a bright shade of red.  “Yes, he is, playing 
around with his time slip.”
	“Figures.  You weren’t, by any chance, playing around with it?”
	“Hell no!  Why do you ask?”
	“Well, this is Luc, from a Gargoyles Fanfic multiverse.”
	“Oh, shit.  The slip wasn’t supposed to affect fanfic multiverse, 
Gargoyles or whatever, though.”
	“Apparently, it did.  We’ve gotta talk to my dad to see if he can 
pinpoint where Luc came from.”
	Ryan--or rather, the Phantom of the Mosh Pit--gave Luc a quick once-over.
	“Looks like a Brooklyn-as-major-character-fic ‘verse.  We can rule out 
Angela- or Demona-as-mates fics, ‘cuz he sure as hell doesn’t have the right 
colourations.”
	Luc’s eyes widened.  What were they talking about?  As far as he knew, 
Father had hated Demona with a vengence, and Aunt Angela had been Uncle Broadway’s 
mate!
	“I don’t know much about the Gargoyles fics.” Kory continued.
	“I only know original characters.  Shawn’ll know more.”  Once the two 
winged males were on the platform, The Phantom hit the “up” lever.  As the 
elevator sped upward at brake-neck speeds, he added, “Top floor, sporting
goods, lingerie, Play-Doh, Kraff dinners, and the God of Order.” 
	The elevator thankfully careened to a stop at a treehouse, causing Luc 
to loose his balance and jar his knees.
	Before the three stood a tall and thin middle-aged man with brilliant 
odd-eyes and long black hair tied back, allowing a few wisps to fall on his 
forehead.  
	“What did you do now, Ryan?” He sighed, crossing his arms over his 
chest.  He reminded Luc of Nate Lovecraft, his friend from the 19th Bronx, if 
he was human, thinner, and had longer hair.
	“Why is it that everything that goes wrong is my fault?” The Phantom 
protested.
	“Because it is,” the young woman, similarly built like the man, retorted, 
reading a large book.  She closed it and stood next to the man, obviously her 
father.  “So, little bro, what did you did up this time?”
	Kory shrugged, nudging Luc.
	“Um...I’m Luc,” he remarked shily.
	“He’s from a Gargoyles fic ‘verse, Dad,” Kory directed to the man.
	He only noded, then stuck his hand out to the confused gargoyle.
	“Hi, Luc.  I’m Shawn,” he greeted.  “This is my daughter, Kerri, and 
you’ve already met my son, Khhorr, and Ryan--I mean, the Phantom of the Mosh 
Pit.” He smirked sardonically.  “I’m sorry about the mess-up, but things
like this happens here.  We should have you home soon, though, as soon as we can
figure out exactly where you come from.  Though I’m not very knowledgable on the 
Gargoyles-based multiverses, I know someone who is. Kerri?”
	“Yeah, Dad?” the young woman questioned.
	“Give Ace a call.”
	She saluted somewhat, and ventured toward a cordless phone.  She hit a 
button on the speed dial.
	“Hi, is Ace there?  Oh, hi, Jenn.” Kerri rolled her eyes.  “This is 
Kerri.  I need to speak to Ace.  She’s cleaning her room?  Tell her it’s 
important.  Yeah, I’ll hold.”  She  began humming some old Metallica song.  “Hi,
Ace?  It’s Kerri, Shawn’s daughter...we have a problem here in Sanctuary...
there’s been an accident--Dad, she wants to speak to you.”
	Shawn took the phone frm his daughter.
	“Hi, Ace.  Yeah, somehow, Nexus imbalanced and brought a fic character 
from one of the Gargoyles-based ‘verses.  You’re the expert around here...great. 
See you in a few.”  He hung up.  “She’ll be here in a few minutes. Meanwhile, 
Kory, go down and wait for her.”
	“No problem, Dad,” the half-dragon--Luc guessed finally--nodded and 
turned back to the elevator.  Already there was a white Chevy Cavalier with 
black fuzzy dice hanging off the rear view mirror and the word “ELRIC”
across the top of the windshield already down there.  A stocky blond-haired 
woman in her early twenties got out of the driver’s seat.
	“So, what’s the problem?” she demanded.

	Luc was expecting someone totally different from the plain-looking woman 
in the long-sleeve South Park tee-shirt and tattered Levi’s constantly pushing 
up a pair of wire glasses onto her nose, her steel-grey eyes regarding him with 
onmiscience.
	“So, where’s the rest of Party Krashers, Inc.?” Shawn questioned as she 
stepped off the elevator.
	“Down in Elric...” she shrugged.  “They got zapped by the television 
again.”
	“Not Beavis and Butthead again...”
	“Nope, worse.” she smirked just as a loud “BBBBBBBBRRRRRAAAAPPPPPP!!!” 
was issued from below.
	“I farted!” someone shouted.
	“Terence and Phillip,” Shawn rolled his eyes.  “How long will they be 
like that?”
	“It’ll wear off in a couple of minutes,” she shrugged again.  “Oh, and 
I found something else that’s not supposed to be here...you are familiar, Shawn, 
with TGS, right?”
	“The Gargoyles Saga, yes.”
	“Well, in my journey here, I stumbled across two little wayward travelers--”
	“ACE!!!  GRAEME FARTED!!!” a shrill voice cried from the behind them as 
a small red gargoyle female bolted to the stocky woman.  She was probably only 
seven to ten years old by human standards, dressed in a style combining fuedal 
Japan and modern times, and carried a bo-staff.  Most disturbing to Luc was the fact she had a
beak.
	“It was contagious!” Another gargoyle, this one a green male the same 
height, protested, donning a similar clothing style and beak.
	“I’m gonna tell Mom when we get back!”
	Ace rolled her eyes as the two kids chased each other around the room, 
the girl swinging her bo at her brother.
	“Who...?” Luc demanded, confused out of his mind.
	“Graeme and Arianna,” Ace retorted.  “But the time slips aren’t supposed 
to affect the fic realms.”
	“But who are they?” Luc questioned.  “Where are they from?”
	Ace unintentionally ignored him as she continued her chatting with Shawn.
	“But if the time slip was able to pull them out of the TGS ‘verse, then 
that means that any character could come through, regardless the restrictions.” 
Ace blinked.  “Think of the chaos of what would happen if Carbonear and Avery got 
together?  Or multiple Demonas?  Chaos would wreak havoc on Nexus.  And, hell of 
all hells, a band of gargoyles from Newfoundland playing Great Big Sea’s Greatest 
Hits!”
	“Ace, your rambling,” the Phantom remarked.  
	“Anyway, there is one thing protecting Hayden’s and Blacquiere’s 
characters from entering Nexus.” Ace remarked.   “I haven’t asked them permission.”
	“No comment,” the Phantom rolled his eyes.
	“So, besides the Dueling Twins, what’s the problem?” Ace demanded just as 
Arianna’s bo connected sharply to Graeme’s head.
	“AAAAAACCCCCCEEEEE!!!  ARI HIT MEEEEEEEE!!!”
	“Would you two want to meet Mister Backslap and his cousin, Mister 
Swiftkick?” she threatened.
	“Him,” Shawn pointed to Luc.  She smirked again.
	“I can tell you where he’s from just by looking at him,” Ace retorted.  
“He’s mine.”
	“What?” everyone, including Luc, gasped.
	“Yes, he is from the Cyrway-verse.” she nodded.
	Everyone gasped again.
	“So what does that mean?” the Phantom questioned.
	“He’s from my sick and twisted mind.  Who else would create a half-human, 
half-fae, half-gargoyle hybrid?”
	The Phantom did the math in his head and raised his finger to protest, 
but Shawn continued.
	“Then that must mean--” he started.
	“The cause of the imbalance of Nexus is...” she narrowed her eyes.  “My 
Technical Writing class.  Damn my instructor!  She created chaos in my realms!”
	“Can we come up, Ace?” A voice called up from the ground level.  “We’ll 
behave!”
	“I don’t care!”  She returned her attention to the rest of the group.  
“I had been working on a Nexus fiction, three of my own Gargoyles fics, a 
Timedancer wanna-be, and my Tech Writing assignment!  That’s what caused the
imbalance!  I multitasked too much!  My computer crashed!  And melded them 
together!”
	“I don’t see anything to do with Tech Writing,” Kory retorted.
	“What’s that, then?” she pointed across the road to the “McDuff, Inc” 
sign in the clearing.  “McDuff is the fictional company we are forced to write 
about!”
	Suddenly, what looked like a humanoid lizard levitated into view, with 
a brick red gargoyle piggy backing.  They touched down on the landing.
	“Damn, that was worse than the Beavis and Butthead incident,” the lizard 
remarked, readjusting his baseball cap.
	“At least you didn’t become the Great Cornholio in front of Goliath!” 
the other retorted.
	Luc, Arianna, and Graeme all stopped in their tracks and stared at the 
newcoming gargoyle.
	It was Brooklyn!
	...only he was much younger...
	The lizard raised an eye ridge, glancing between Brooklyn, Luc, Arianna, 
and Graeme.  Ace grinned evilly as his eyes became much wider.
	“Anyone wanna see Gecko have a nervous breakdown?” she grinned, snapping 
her fingers Q-style.  A flash of light surrounded her, then dispersed just as 
suddenly, replacing the human with a green gargoyle wearing the same clothes.
	“Eddie?” Luc hissed.
	“No, Cyrway...not you too...too many beaks...I can’t take it any more...” 
Gecko whimpered, then, letting out a blood curdling scream, fell into a fetal 
position, drooling and mumbling intangible phrases.
	She snapped her fingers again, reverting to normal.
	“That was fun.  Now, to get Luc and the others home,” she stroked her 
chin in thought.
	“Um, Cyrway, who are these guys?” Brooklyn demanded.
	“A figment of your imagination,” she remarked, pulling out what looked 
like a silver pen with a red light.  Flipping a pair of clip-on Ray-Bans over 
her glasses, she flashed him and replaced the pen into her pocket.  “I’ve got
to thank Bumford for letting me borrow that.”
	“Is that--” The three other gargoyles demanded.
	“Your father?  Yes and no.” Ace shrugged, leaning against her comatose 
buddy.  “There’s gotta be at least a hundred different Brooklyns.  This one only 
appears in my notebooks.”  She took off her glasses, tapped him with them, then 
hooked them in her shirt collar.  “Then there’s the ‘Timedancer’ Brooklyn, who 
is Graeme and Arianna’s father, and then there’s the Brooklyn from my fanfics, 
who is just as screwed up as Mr. Incorherant here,” she tapped the drooling 
mutant with her foot.  “Fan fiction is great.  You can do what you want to the 
characters and get away with it.  Disney would have the sensors buzzing if they 
let people like me in their numbers.”  Her smirk grew wider.  “Then there’s 
writers like Morgan...their family-orientated animated drama’s main characters 
are related to Cthulhoids...Ia!  Cthulhu fthagn!”  She replaced her glasses on 
her face. 
	“So, how so we get home?” Graeme whispered.
	“Um...” Ace scratched her head.  “Hmm...Shawn, take them to the time 
slip.  Do you remember where you were last?”
	“Daddy said we shouldn’t talk about where we were or what we saw,” 
Arianna revealed.
	“Listen, kiddo, he meant that about people in your own world.  These 
guys--” Ace waved her head at the four Nexueans, “--help people like you to get 
home.  They know more than the normal person about timedancing.”
	“Okay,” Arianna nodded, sniffing back a tear or two, the wave of 
homesickness finally hitting her.  “I want Mommy and Daddy and our pup...”
	“Lucky you,” Luc muttered just before Ace elbowed him indiscriminately.
	“Come on, kids,” Kerri hed out her hand to the twins.  “You can tell me, 
and I’ll make sure no one needs to know.”
	They trailed the tall woman, glancing back at the lank red gargoyle still 
frozen only for a moment. 
	“Well, that’s cleared up,” Ace cracked her knuckles turning to Luc.  “Now 
for you--”
	“I don’t understand anything that’s going on here...and how can I be 
‘your’s’?” he protested.
	“Do I have to go through the entire twenty-four stories I already have 
posted, amigo?  You first showed up in ‘Desolation of the Soul’, when you 
ventured out to Long Island to find an old photo album of your family’s and a
manuscript in the back written by your paternal grandfather Caligo on the 
history of the Family of Darkness.” she took a deep breath.  “You possess the 
Willed Word and your favourite band is Hawkwind.” 
	“How could you know--” he blinked.  “So am I just a character you created?”
	“I like to look at it that my imagination is this great big 
interdimensional television.  I see something I like, I write it.  In a way, I 
created you, but only because you exist somewhere outside the mundaneness of the 
Real World, that is, my world.” She shrugged.  “Either that, or I got really 
drunk that night.” She put an arm around his shoulders.  “Come on.  Your Uncle 
Lex must be worried.”
	“I guess,” Luc shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pocket.  “But why 
am I like I am?  Why couldn’t you make me normal?”
	“Truth?  I hate normality.” Ace shrugged.  “You’re my favourite character, 
Luc, because you’re so...different...from normal gargoyles.”  She checked her 
watch, a Star Trek analog with a numberless face.  “Damn!  I’m supposed to get 
me and Jenn over to Papa and Nana’s for dinner tonight!  Um...” she tapped her 
forehead.  “Looks like I’ve got to pull a deus ex machina.”
	“What do you mean?” he demanded just as she saluted him.
	“Au revoir, moi capitaine,” she grinned, snapping her fingers.  He was 
engulfed in a blinding light, disappearing in a nanosecond.  Turning to her two 
cohorts, she clapped her hands.
	“Okay, guys, enough screwing around,” she ordered just as Brook and Gecko 
regained their senses.  “We gotta get going.”
	The two issued an audible blink.
	Suddenly, Gecko began dancing.
	“’Noise, noise, noise, shmoking weed, shmoking week, doing coke, drinking 
beer!  Hey, Silent Brook, get off your fat ass and let’s drink some beer and 
shmoke some weed!’” Gecko slapped Brooklyn’s shoulder.
	Brooklyn said nothing, only nodded, pulling two cans of beer out of his 
coat pocket.  Handing one to Gecko/Jay, he shrugged, walking toward the elevator 
with the freak running around in circles, singing.
	Ace slapped her forehead.
	“Why me?” she whispered, just as she noticed the Sanctuary police towing 
Elric with a pair of horses.  “HEY!!!  I’m the notebook goddess! You can’t do 
that!”

***
THE SWEET AND PITIFUL END!!!  Stupid short fic, but fun.  It’s been a while since 
I wrote stupid fic.

Continuing Disclaimer: Arianna and Graeme are property of The Gargoyles Saga.
Mentioned: Carbonear and Clan Newf belong to Dylan P. Blacquiere.  Avery Bishop 
belongs to Christi Hayden Smith.  Christie Morgan wrote “The Horror of Innsbrook”.  
All authors are excellent reading!

Coming up: 
Equinox: a story of love, betrayal, as Zanthé goes on trial!
With No Mouth, It Is Difficult To Scream: Lex remembers the close of the Wars, 
and Luc falls and love.  But is it worth getting the snot kicked out of him?
Cold Vengence: Coldsteel returns, and this time, Brooklyn thinks he’s ready to 
kick ass!  But is he?

MOVIE QUOTE:
Jay and Silent Bob from “Clerks” directed by Kevin Smith

--Black Blade “My Cosmic Song Goes On For Eternity”